I hear these **** on my dick go head & point em out

Im tryna up fuck they transmission how I stall em out

You got some shit up on your lips then we gon call it out

You see me clocking into work I’m never calling out

Call the town, don’t give a fuck bout talking shit you know I’ll walk em down

When I was locked inside my cell was still the hottest out

If you was targetIs way back then you still a target now

I was a problem for you then I’m still a problem now

Came up from the streets, was tryna eat kuz we still starving now

Really took my time tame the beast I had calm em down

Focused on this check, like fuck the rest

Im moving smarter now

Focused on this check like fuck the rest I’m tryna

Look **** out here ratting they just picking names 100 on the Dash when I be switching lanes

He wanted smoke then we gon get flamed

This small Tec gotta long neck we get em rearranged

Im tryna rap but when gon clap em for the disrespect

These **** looking for some clout so they play internet

No Twitter fingers

Trigger fingers

If we feeling pressed

Like we’ll go pull up where you stay don’t do no in directs

This ant for the fakers

This one for the gangstas

This one for the trenches who knew the struggle couldn’t break us

Really played the rock and turned the fiends to Harlem shakers

Curry wit pot, I filled the block up wit some bakers

That hustling what made us

Peanut butter sandwich wit no jelly for the flavor

Oatmeal was for dinner we surviving off of quakers

Ramon noodle mixes, turned some **** into takers

You tryna take a shit but you but ant got no toilet paper

When you get lock’d it turn some **** into strangers

Pocket full of money will them **** into haters

Pistol on ya hip will have a **** feeling dangerous

They ever catch you slipping then gon klap you wit the stainless

Came from nothing so I’m some some shit

They tried to say I’ll never make it tell em suck a dick

When they was pose to show support they wouldn’t offer shit

Now they a **** on his way it make em fukin sick